And most of all I remember a great, hairy-fetlocked stallion, often led dancing, sidling, and nickering down the narrow street.

I was frightened of the huge beast and always fled screaming to my mother, clutching her skirts and hiding in them wherever I might find her.
But enough.

The childhood of Adam Strang is not what I set out to write.
I lived for several years on the islands which are nameless to me, and upon which I am confident I was the first white man.

I was married to Lei-Lei, the king's sister, who was a fraction over six feet and only by that fraction topped me.

I was a splendid figure of a man, broad-shouldered, deep-chested, well-set-up.